Night without Borders

Chapter 453 A Journey of Mistakes

Qin Ming was full of fighting spirit. He seemed to emerge from the blazing sun, wearing a light armor composed of immortal characters. His divine wisdom, heavenly light, and consciousness merged into one, and he went all out.

His left palm and right fist were dazzling and surrounded by terrifying holy energy, causing the night fog to burst open. Before him, there was only brilliance, and only blinding light remained in the world!

Li Heng argued his case with reason and effort, naturally doing his utmost to exert his strength. His spiritual field expanded outward from him, seemingly distorting the void.

However, at this moment, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were facing a ferocious night beast that had escaped from the abyss, and he felt a strong unease deep in his heart.

But the arrow was already on the string and had to be released; he had no way out.

In that instant of contact, Li Heng felt a pain as if he were being devoured by a giant beast. His mental field was torn apart, and the divine embryo sitting cross-legged in the "field" wailed.

His scalp tingled, his heart pounded, and a sense of dread washed over him. He knew he couldn't stop this man.

The light emitted from the opponent's fist was even more terrifying than the sword's aura. It was indestructible, instantly piercing through his mental field and tearing open his domain.

Furthermore, Li Heng felt a draft in his chest, and even his physical body was pierced by the light of the fist, leaving a huge fist-shaped hole that was bright from front to back.

The shattered internal organs, broken sternum, gushing blood, and cracked body combined to create a frightening sense of devastation.

Li Heng was sent flying backward, crashing into a dilapidated courtyard dozens of meters away. His entire body was stained red with blood, and he almost exploded on the spot. His body was covered with countless cracks.

If he were to enter the Sea of ​​Night Mist at this moment, a slight gust of wind would cause him to split into four or five pieces.

The moment Qin Ming made his move, he was also filled with anger. He was ranked first in all three realms of the new rankings and had even killed a group of experts from the Black Tower Civilization to obtain important rewards such as the Wishing Pool. Now, someone actually came to intercept him and even dared to claim that it was pre-arranged.

But after making his move, he was somewhat bewildered and muttered to himself, "That's it?"

At this moment, Li Heng was shocked, horrified, terrified, and bitter—a mix of emotions that he could hardly believe what he had just experienced.

In just one exchange, he was crippled, his face deathly pale. The cracks that spread outward from the hole in his fist extended into his internal organs and then to his face.

His cheeks and forehead were covered in bloodstains. He looked like a piece of porcelain that could shatter at any moment, as if the slightest touch would cause him to disintegrate.

"I think I've misunderstood something," he said with difficulty, his face full of bitterness. What kind of monster is this? How could he possibly be the kind of person he thought he was?

In fact, Li Heng is very strong, otherwise he wouldn't dare to take this path.

He withstood Qin Ming's all-out attack, proving he was no ordinary person.

Qin Ming looked at him, then looked down at his own hands, and remained silent for a long time. There was a sense of spatial dislocation. Had he beaten a fake saint?

Li Heng was horrified. He could now see clearly that his opponent's fist was wrapped with multiple kinds of holy evil energy, which had been fused together and were comparable to the strongest sword evil energy. There were at least eight kinds. No wonder the fist light alone could tear him apart and pierce through him.

He couldn't help but gasp at the night mist, which then leaked out through the large hole in his chest. His face was stiff with shock. Even the peerless sword immortal could only refine so many holy demons.
What kind of person did he meet? He felt that this young man who came to walk the path of sainthood should be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with His Highness, and was exceptionally talented.

Qin Ming asked, "Could it be that you yourself are the one with connections?"

Otherwise, how can we explain how someone who walks an extremely difficult path could be so weak?

Li Heng was naturally very strong, but he was far inferior to the formidable opponent Qin Ming had imagined. He had thought that a bloody battle and a life-or-death struggle would be necessary.

“This… is!” Li Heng replied with a forced smile. In terms of strength, he was qualified to take this path, but he did know about the reopening of the Wishing Well through connections, so he hurriedly wanted to get involved.

Qin Ming pondered for a full ten breaths but still couldn't figure it out: how could such a person dare to attack him?

Li Heng arrived with great momentum, high posture, and full of confidence, but in the end, it turned into a battle to save his life.

This left Qin Ming completely baffled. Where did the other party get their confidence? He had no choice but to remain silent for another ten breaths.

Li Heng quickly spoke up: "Brother Dao, you are a man of extraordinary talent. Please don't take it to heart. I misunderstood you before and thought that this wishing well was reserved for you."

"It was originally meant for me," Qin Ming said.

"..." Li Heng didn't know how to respond. This competitor was indeed terrifyingly powerful, but he also spoke very domineeringly, not even hiding the fact that the outcome was predetermined.

He felt a lump in his throat and said, "In this secluded courtyard, we only distinguish between victory and defeat, never between life and death. I concede defeat."

As he spoke, he blinked his charming eyes, endured the excruciating pain, and forced a smile, trying to appear more approachable.

Li Heng is very handsome, and he has also cultivated a special spiritual realm and developed a divine embryo. His every move can affect the minds of those around him, which makes people feel more favorably toward him.

"You rotten lover, don't you dare wink at me!" Qin Ming warned.

Afterwards, he had a brief conversation with Li Heng, asking him what was going on and how he dared to come here and intercept his wishing well.

Li Heng sighed inwardly. This opponent who had possessed his body was truly arrogant, emphasizing from beginning to end that the Wishing Well was his "private property".

He had to respond patiently, saying what he could and quickly glossing over what he couldn't, in order to deal with this person.

However, after being slapped again, with fine cracks appearing on his skull and blood seeping out, he immediately turned pale, lowered his head, and became extremely respectful, daring not to be perfunctory in any way.

"Brother Dao, be gentle, I'm about to disintegrate."

Qin Ming exchanged a brief conversation with him, his expression gloomy and uncertain. He felt like he had been tricked by the new ranking. Coming here to challenge and walk the path of saintly trials was something to be gained.

"No wonder it said the reward would be doubled. After sending me here, isn't this just a case of the wool coming from the sheep's back?"

He felt he was too young and didn't understand the various rules above the nine heavens, so he suffered a hidden loss.

At this time, some old monsters in some Earth Immortal Daoist temples felt the same way. After carefully "checking the accounts", they found that a considerable portion of the old herbs in each other's herb gardens had become rewards. It was as if they were "exchanging" with each other, and a free "trade" was taking place in a very inexplicable and passive way.

Li Heng finally realized that Qin Ming was someone important, and that the wishing well had actually been reopened because of him, which stunned him.

“Brother Dao, it can’t be said that Xinbang cheated you. It’s just that resources in the heavens are scarce. The fact that it was able to collect all kinds of rare and precious materials and refine great medicines for you, and opened a wishing well just for you, shows that it values ​​you very much.”

Qin Ming gritted his teeth. Only now did he realize that he had taken the most difficult path. Could this be a deliberate arrangement by Newrank to confuse the warning signs?

Li Heng dared not explain this. If he really wanted to be serious, his ancestors also bore some responsibility, as they were not present at the crucial moment and failed to explain the situation immediately.

Qin Ming said, "Let's take a different route in a bit."

Li Heng had already taken the precious medicine and stabilized his injuries, but upon hearing these words, the cracks all over his body started bleeding again, and he felt terrible. Wasn't sending him to walk the hellish path just suicide?
He repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting: "Brother, you have no problem taking my path. I'll rest here for a while, then withdraw voluntarily and try again next time. Please don't try to force me onto the path you just took."

Li Heng already understood that the person in front of him, being valued by the New List, would inevitably become a true saint, and one of the best among them, perhaps even one of the great figures of the future.

He took the initiative to make amends: "Brother Dao, we became friends after a fight. The misunderstanding is over now, and we should visit each other more often in the future."

Qin Ming nodded, then waved his hand. He was studying the wishing well and didn't dare to go in immediately, fearing that there might be magical chains or other things entangled in it.

Li Heng was quite sensible and said, "Alright, brother, I'll take my leave first and go to the bamboo forest behind to heal my injuries. I won't disturb you any longer."

The Wishing Pool, carved from inexplicably rough rock, is filled with rising spiritual energy, shrouded in mist and light, and imbued with a rich Taoist aura. It was forged from a precious medicine, containing numerous rare and precious materials.

Qin Ming already knew how to use it. The pool was like a mirror, reflecting one's own shortcomings. It was an advanced version of the Law Illumination Realm.

Deep within the pool lies a life-saving elixir, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones.

Qin Ming took out the yellow parasol and tested whether there were any chains or other items in the wishing well. The result caused it to rebound strongly, as it really did all the dirty and tiring work.

There are mysterious runes here, forming a mirror that can correct one's own path, but it has nothing to do with the kind of magical chains that spread into the human body.

"You've worked hard. You'll be richly rewarded later." Qin Ming planted the yellow parasol by the pool and began to use the power of the wishing well to solve his own problems.

His expression was solemn as he said, "The main reason is that the silk calligraphy is dangerous to both the enemy and oneself. In the end, one's body and spirit may disintegrate and explode."

He practiced this method, looking down at the mirror with a deep frown.

To this day, Qin Ming possesses the Black and White Scripture, the Supreme Golden Body, the Jade Book, and the Body Refining and Dao Integration Scripture, all of which are of very high level and point directly to the eighth realm of the Heavenly God.

In terms of provenance, these authentic scriptures are clearly more prestigious than the silk manuscripts.

Qin Ming had also pondered his future path, whether he should switch to practicing fundamental scriptures, such as the Black and White Scripture or the Jade Book, but he ultimately rejected both.

Because, since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he felt that the silk calligraphy style was most suitable for him. It could integrate various scriptures, absorb the strengths of all schools, and had great destructive power.

It currently has significant problems and potential risks, but if these can be corrected and its flaws resolved, its future potential is enormous. This is the approach that best suits him.

Moreover, he had already boarded the pirate ship. After practicing this fundamental scripture, his divine light, consciousness, and spiritual wisdom merged together, becoming inseparable, effectively unifying the three paths.

Qin Ming pondered: "If I choose it, the task ahead will be arduous and the road ahead will be long. I will need to constantly adjust and improve it to make it perfectly suited to my needs."

He had a profound understanding of this method. Every person who practices the silk scroll takes a different path because they integrate different extraordinary skills and secret manuals.

"In fact, this is true for the entire new student system." Qin Ming said with some emotion.

All the famous martial arts techniques of the New Life Path, such as the Six Imperial Forces, Jade Purity Force, and Tathagata Force, are all formed by combining other Heavenly Light Forces. They are all paired with different classic texts to form specific "recipes", thus becoming the "true teachings of each sect".

In fact, the entire Xinsheng Road can be summed up in one word: integration!

"I will combine the Black and White Classic, the Refining Body and Uniting with the Dao Classic, the Jade Book, etc., to improve the silk calligraphy, make careful adjustments, and finally find the most suitable path again."

Qin Ming was certain that his fundamental principles did not need to be changed, but only needed to be further developed and continuously strengthened.

He looked into the mirror, examined himself, and then made all sorts of crazy attempts, pushing the Silk Calligraphy to its limit, merging all the Heavenly Light Force, and unifying the Nine Sacred Fiends. His whole body was enveloped in a hazy mist, and in his strongest state, he seemed to be about to ascend to heaven.

At this moment, Qin Ming's every move exuded terrifying aura. The three paths merged into one, forming the Chaos Sword Aura, and the Primordial Heavenly Light shone brilliantly.

Undoubtedly, the unification of all things places a great burden on him, both mentally and physically.

Qin Ming grabbed the yellow parasol in his hand, urging it to grow larger, instantly shading the area. Then, he unleashed his terrifying Hunyuan energy, fiercely striking the parasol's surface and shaft. "Are you insane!" The Myriad Gods Banner could no longer tolerate it, even its remaining, hazy consciousness was forced to emit a faint mental fluctuation.

Qin Ming said, "I can't just tear this place down, can I? You're made of exotic metal, and with my current level of cultivation, no matter how I hit you, you can't be damaged."

He was activating the Primordial Sword Aura, mobilizing the strongest Heavenly Light Force, and attempting to use the most extreme power to see how long he could maintain control over all laws with the meaning of the silk scroll scriptures.

Most importantly, under this pressure, he wanted to examine the hidden dangers within his body; only a full-blown outbreak could amplify those problems.

Currently, he does not have a physical body, but borrows one, so he doesn't need to worry about using this body.

The main reason is that his current body can automatically recover, which saves him a lot of medicinal essence from the Wishing Pool. In other words, when he is injured in the spiritual realm, he needs to enter the pool to heal.

"Take the rest of the precious medicine back with you!"

Now, disregarding the consequences, he is tormenting himself, using the wishing well to diagnose his various problems.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his body was overloaded with the Heavenly Light Force and began to feel extremely tired. This experience was no different from his real body being there.

However, Qin Ming still did not give up. He used the Fundamental Scripture to control all the laws and operated it with all his might. All the Heavenly Light Force and Holy Fiend were integrated into one, which was extremely terrifying.

"No wonder the Pugong lineage also calls it Chaotic Force, Holy Force, or Heavenly God Force. It is indeed very terrifying, but the number of extraordinary skills and secret manuals they have combined is far less than mine."

Finally, Qin Ming's body reached its limit, and a shattering sound was heard. Some areas were slightly exploded, and even his spirit was injured.

"Well, keep going!"

He only stopped when extremely severe large cracks appeared on his abdomen, between his eyebrows, and other areas. He then sat in the wishing well and began to heal his wounds.

As expected, since he was transferred to another body, the need for a precious medicine to repair his physical body was eliminated; he only needed to recover his spirit.

"The meaning of the silk scripture in the first realm is fine. The peace and tranquility of that year also brought peace to the corresponding fundamental scripture. So let's start from the second realm and adjust the subsequent techniques."

While in the pool, Qin Ming used the methods of the Fate-Changing Scripture to explore the cyclical trajectory of the celestial light controlled by the silk calligraphy, and then made fine adjustments.

"Not enough, it hasn't reached its limit yet. We need to explode it a few more times to explore the most subtle flaws."

Clearly, Qin Ming's "fine-tuning" was based entirely on self-destruction, aiming to severely damage himself first.

After several attempts, he stopped and sighed, "We can't skimp on the precious medicine to repair our bodies."

This is not his own physical body, so some questions cannot be explored in depth or effectively resolved. A body that perfectly resonates with his spirit is needed.

"Since that's the case, I'll take it!" In the end, Qin Ming refined the Wishing Pool and completely stored it away.

He had a feeling that once he returned to his physical body, he would be able to use this pool to resolve his own problems, making his second and third realms perfect and flawless.

In that case, he could attack without restraint, without worrying about his body exploding, and his true combat power at each level would also increase.

In the sea of ​​night mist, the new list appeared. It quietly came to the outside of the courtyard and secretly communicated with the spirit of the magic array here.

"What's going on inside? He took the hellish path. Was he under immense pressure? Was he not discouraged?" The words appeared on the new leaderboard.

"So you knew he had taken the wrong path." A faint fluctuation emanated from the spirit of the magic array.

Xinbang said, "Good talents need to avoid arrogance and impetuosity, and can be appropriately tempered."

The spirit, devoid of emotion, calmly informed the boy that it had followed the rules and had not stumped him; he had overcome the pressure along the way.

Xinbang said, "Isn't this place under your control? Make it more difficult! What extra three levels, conjuring up the Battle God Arena out of thin air? You need to let him know that Jade Capital is unfathomable, that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens, before he will willingly join Jade Capital and explore the highest realm."

The spirit of the magic array said, "I will consider it."

Xinbang added, "Give him the true scriptures and secret medicines, but let's forget about the magic chain. He's wary of it. I hope he can join Yujing without any reservations."

"It's too late. I'm operating according to the old mechanism. I've already blessed him on that path and given him the baptism of the chains of Dharma."

"..." Xinbang was helpless. Some of the remaining old guys were rather rigid and followed the established rules without knowing how to be flexible.

The spirit of the magic array spoke: "He changed his route at the last minute, but the difficulty will not be reduced, and I will consider setting up a God-fighting Arena for him."

What followed made Qin Ming question the meaning of life.

"Is this the truth Li Heng told me? He said this path is the easiest to pass through..." However, he found it even more difficult than the previous paths.

Was he tricked by that flirtatious-eyed guy, or was he set up by someone else?
Qin Ming's body was covered in cracks, and the borrowed body was badly damaged. It had been a long time and had not been fully repaired. His consciousness was also disheveled and covered in bloodstains.

During this time, he passed by a battle arena and inexplicably participated in several fierce battles. He believed that his opponents had serious problems; some were carrying powerful weapons, while others had unclear cultivation levels. For him, these battles were truly hellish and brutal.

Qin Ming sensed something was wrong. If it weren't for obtaining the longevity medicine, he would have liked to leave. Fortunately, he persevered and was able to extend Yu Gengsheng's life by eighty years.

The final stage is the Dao Chain Baptism, which is a higher level than the Blessing Chain.

"A yellow silk umbrella is used to welcome guests; this time, there should be a substantial reward."

This is a hazy land, where chains of Dao intertwine in the sky, carrying the power of order and flowing with a misty Dao rhythm, slowly descending.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Gods appeared, and although it was umbrella-shaped, it was as black as ink, with billowing black energy rising into the sky. It was truly furious.

It felt that encountering such a temporary master who had only just begun to refine it was the worst luck imaginable!
As a supreme treasure, how could it have fallen in rank and been covered in dust until now, if it hadn't been severely damaged in a civilization war no less powerful than the Jade Capital? And now it's being bullied by a junior.

It encouraged itself, knowing that this was just a fleeting visitor in its long life, a temporary holder, and that it would soon get rid of it.

The chains of the Jade Capital made the yellow parasol tremble, as if it were "tattooed" from head to toe, instantly becoming colorful and heavily made up.

It was clearly indignant.

"Are you full? Then go back and rest." Qin Ming tossed it back into the rag.

Pantheon Banner: "#!"

A bewitching face appeared on its umbrella, and an unusually intense emotion was stirring within it.

……

"clang!"

Qin Ming arrived at the end of the road, and a bell rang, signifying that he had successfully passed all the tests that Jade Capital used to select saints.

Outside the villa, Xinbang asked the spirit, "Did you give him an extra dose or not?"

It really didn't expect that the boy would get through so quickly. Did something go wrong?
"Hehe..." In the courtyard, the old sweeper Li Cang smiled faintly. The bells rang on the path his descendants had taken, signifying their success.

The challenger on the other path, however, saw his path gradually fade and go out, signifying that he had failed the test.

“My descendants have become saints.” Li Cang began sweeping the floor again.

At the same time, Li Heng was limping out.

At the end of the road, Qin Ming witnessed a breathtaking scene: a branch as thick as a mountain ridge stretched out from the sea of ​​night mist in the distance, with a huge flower bud at its tip, bathed in sacred light and surrounded by fragrance.

A girl with crystalline butterfly wings chuckled: "Weren't you full of confidence? How come you took the easiest path and are still so badly injured? You came here in another body, you're almost falling apart."

Qin Ming's face darkened slightly. He thought that his Yezhou was a land of outstanding people and simple folk, but after coming to the heavens, he had only encountered some wicked people and had been tricked one after another.

He said irritably, "If you're so capable, then you go and walk this path yourself!"

Then, Qin Ming stared at the huge flower bud in front of him. Could this be a divine medicine? He smelled the refreshing fragrance of the flower and his mouth was watering.

"How dare you! What are you looking at!" Butterfly Maiden scolded lightly, feeling that the Li family members were too rude, actually staring directly at the divine flower where His Highness was.

She had never met Li Heng, but she had heard that he was exceptionally talented and had the potential to become a saint. There were also rumors that he greatly admired His Highness and had a so-called "affection" for him, which was why she came to follow him.

But are there such followers? Their eyes are glued to the screen, and they have no sense of etiquette or discretion.

Qin Ming retorted curtly, "I like watching, what's it to you!"

He was wondering if he could pick the divine flower here.

The Butterfly Girl was stunned, her eyes also wide open. She really hadn't expected the young man from the Li family to be so audacious. Was it because he had become a saint and had become completely arrogant?

“You… how dare you covet…” she pointed with her finger.

"This flower is flawless, its beauty is natural. What's wrong with me appreciating it? You're just being nosy!" Qin Ming rebuked.

The butterfly maiden was so angry that her slender fingers trembled slightly as she pointed at him. This guy had really gone too far, daring to use flowers to describe people!
"You actually have improper thoughts!" the Butterfly Girl questioned.

"How can I legally own it?" Qin Ming asked.

The butterfly girl was dumbfounded, thinking that this guy had really gone mad!

"Defeat me and you will succeed!" The enormous flower buds bloomed, layer upon layer, with as many as thirty-six petals, each engraved with mysterious immortal runes, and divine light soared into the sky.

Amidst the flower buds sat a woman, her entire being like a condensation of moonlight, radiating divine light in a hazy glow, glowing from head to toe, ethereal and otherworldly.

"Alright, let's have a fair duel on the Battle God Stage!" Qin Ming said, then turned and left.

"Alright!" The woman readily agreed, soaring into the sky, her long skirt fluttering and shimmering in the night air.

(End of this chapter)